A/N: Hello one and all! I'm back with a new Damon and Elena installment. I actually came up with this idea sitting in Geometry class one day and I wrote it all out on paper. Yeah this chapter is all paper written story. I feel like it's better written than my other stuff, I don't know! In this story, Elena does not know about vampire's yet. She is totally unaware. So there's a heads up. I don't own anything it all belongs to the writers and directors of the books and shows. Hope you enjoy! :D

He placed two hands upon her shoulders, his eyes boring deeply into her own brown ones.

"Elena honey, I need you to stay quiet for me," He kept a firm hold on her shoulders. Blue against brown. She nodded her head slowly, she trusted him, even though she had ever reason not to. The dark haired vampire bit into his wrist, crimson liquid dripped from his arm. He shoved his arm against her mouth forcing her to drink. He didn't want to, but it was the only way that she would have some part of him inside of her. Pulling away he knew she had enough. He touched her face for what he thought would be the last time.

"You don't know much I love you," She was too young to be kissed but in time she would be his.

"I want you to listen to me very carefully," he caught her in his ice blue stare. "I want you to forget me, forget you ever knew me, but when we see each other again, you will slowly start to remember," She repeated those words to him, her face in a blank stare. The little girl blinked and the man who loved her more than any other man would, was gone.

Elena Age 17

"Hey honey, it's time to wake up now," He combed her hair back behind her ear. A single smile appeared on her face.

"Five more minutes Stefan," She buried herself into his side. He laughed pulling her up on his body.

"I have to leave today, are you okay with that?" She wasn't very happy with him leaving but he was only going to be gone a couple of days.

"I'm not okay with it but I suppose I'll deal with it," A relaxed happy smile replaced the upset look on her face. Stefan was a perfect boyfriend for Elena. He was calm, sweet and protective,everything she thought she would ever need. Stefan kissed the top of her head.

"I promise I'll only be gone for a few days and then we can spend as much time together as you want," He crawled out of bed throwing a shirt on and a few things into a suit case. Stefan never really told Elena where he was going, just that it had to do with family matters that needed to be taken care of properly. Elena groaned flopping within the sheets. She had asked to go with him, but he told her it would be better is she just stayed here at the Boarding house while her brother and aunt went away for the weekend. Elena called Caroline and Bonnie but they to were busy. She was just going to have to muster the weekend alone. Elena brought her boyfriend into her arms giving him a gentle peck on the lips.

"Be safe and call me as soon as you get to where you are going," She held him there in her arms for just a little bit longer. Leaving his arms was a painful thing to do. Elena was going to have the house to herself to party it up.

It was late and it was storming outside. Elena had watched her fair share of movies and filed through the many books that Stefan had collected over the years. She came across a room with it's door closed. She had never entered this room before. Now her curiosity got the best of her. Elena stepped into a bedroom much like Stefan's. The bed was just as large with black sheets. There were items in this room that made it look like someone had lived in it. A bathroom was connected to the side with a large walk in shower, a tub and sink. It was very beautiful. She wondered over to the closet where clothes were still hanging. Whoever owned these clothes liked the color black. Elena ran her fingertips over the smooth fabric. Something about these clothes and this room felt familiar but she couldn't exactly put her finger on it. Whoever had once occupied this room was long gone by now or was no longer living. She would have to ask Stefan about it later. Something drew Elena to this room and she found herself taking a nice long shower, her body drenched in the warm water. It calmed her nerves and made her sleepy. She found herself slipping within the sheets and becoming rather comfortable. Elena fell into a light sleep in these crisp clean sheets.

Her dreams were strange. Flickers of images kept flashing through her mind. Elena remembered nothing of her past. No one knew what had happened to her when she was a little girl. It bothered her, but there really was no way of figuring out what actually happened.

Elena woke with a start when the door to this room creaked open and a dark figure made it's way into the bathroom. It didn't bother to stop and scope the room out looking for intruders. It wasn't expecting any. She wasn't sure whether or not to scream or to confront this person. She stayed low within the sheets hoping she wouldn't be noticed. The bathroom lights flickered on and the figure was in dead a male. He pulled his shirt off revealing bloody injuries all over his chest, stomach and arms. Elena nearly gasped. This man was hurt and some of the wounds looked really deep. The dark haired man didn't seem to be bothered by these at all. The man disappeared from her sight and the water from the shower started running. Elena wasn't sure what to do at this point. Did she make a run for it? In her mind, this man was not a threat. It seemed natural when he strolled into this room. It must have belonged to him. Why was it just now that he was appearing? The better question was, why hadn't Stefan told her any of this?

Elena decided to stay right where she was, that was until the water stopped running. She started to crawl from the bed being as quiet as possible for her. She was about to make it out the door when there he was standing right before her. His body was glistening with water. The wounds that were covering his body were still there, but they were starting to get pink as if they were healing over for a week.

"Where do you think you're going?" His voice was as smooth as velvet as it rolled of his tongue. Elena lost all train of thought as she stared up at the man in front of her.

"I was," She sputtered not being able to think of the right words.

"You were just going to lay down," His eyes seemed to get wider and she found herself going back to bed. Why had she just listened to him? It was as if she had no control over her actions. He seemed to stalk her like prey.

"Who are you?" She stammered. The figure crawled into bed with her.

"I'm your worst nightmare," He breathed right by her neck making chills coil through her body. Elena couldn't understand what was going on. She was fear stricken, but it felt like there was nothing she could do. This man looked into her eyes once more catching her and making her mind go numb.

"You are going to let me ravish your body whether you like it or not," He cupped her face in his hands gently tipping it to the side. He was about to bite into her flesh when that smell hit him once again. Damon knew that smell anywhere, but it couldn't be possible. Not her, not in his room and bed. He held her face again adjusting it so she was looking him straight in the eyes.

"Tell me your name," That's all he need to confirm it.

"My name is Elena Gilbert," she looked like she was on the brink of tears. His heart froze. Damon couldn't seem to be able to conjure up words. It couldn't be her. There was no way.

"Elena?" He questioned a softer tone. She was so beautiful, so grown up. He couldn't believe that he almost took a bite into her. If it wasn't for her distinct scent he would have hurt her. He could never let that happen. He loved her too much.